Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 16

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 16 He Finally Comes

Marco’s POV:

She looks so small sitting on the sidewalk. At first, all I can feel is relief that she’s safe, and the wolf within me calms at the sight of her. Her black hair, which she’s pined into an ornate style, drips onto her glistening pale skin. The red dress is slick and clings to her figure, accentuating every soft curve. She shivers against the cold where she’s huddled under a tree, and I can’t help but wonder if she would have stayed there all night, waiting for me.

I can’t help the curiosity that fills me when I think of her. We came into each other’s life by pure accident, but I’ve never quite met anyone like her. No one has ever waited for me like that, with such loyalty and patience. It’s foolish and reckless but… sweet, and I’m annoyed by the odd sense of affection that fills me as I walk toward her.

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Tanya’s POV:

I brace myself from the cold to be best of my ability, but water trickles between the leaves of the tree I’m crouched under, soaking my gown in spite of my best efforts. But suddenly, the water stops, and I look up in surprise to see Marco holding a black umbrella over my head.

My heart skips a beat at the sight of him, and he wordlessly takes off his jacket, draping it over my shoulders and shielding me from the rain. He examines my shivering form with displeasure before speaking.

“You shouldn’t be out in this weather. How long have you been out here, foolishly waiting for me? You look like a sad little w*et flower.”

Honestly? I’m not sure how long it’s been. I lost track of time a while ago, and right now, all I can think about is the fact that he’s actually here.

“I don’t know… but I couldn’t leave. I was afraid you’d show up, and I’d be gone. I couldn’t do that to you.”

He shakes his head with disapproval, and perhaps I have behaved like a petulant child. But he came, and he found me.

look,” I say softly. “Here

my words as I look up at him, little droplets clinging to my lashes. Finally, he sighs, running a hand through

you to this restaurant tonight. Someone else sent the flowers. I don’t really celebrate

sink in. The roses, the restaurant… he really didn’t

“Oh… that’s okay.”

He kneels in front of me

to you. I’ve just never cared about the holiday that much, but if I’d known

eyes go wide as he pulls out a small bouquet of wildflowers. The stems are slightly crushed, but the dainty petals are intact, and the

but I came across these a short while ago,” he says, his voice softening. “They made me think

rose for him, but these wild, colorful delicate flowers are so much more beautiful. I would much rather be Marco’s little flower than a luxurious rose. I

perfect,” I whisper. “Thank

my gaze away from Marco. Between the rain and the shadows, I swear I saw Ayana’s eyes watching us from across the street, full

get you home,”

but when I try to get up, my legs are shaky. I’ve been curled up and trembling in the cold for so long that my feet

I’m frozen in his arms, my heart racing in my chest as my head spins.

me a little flower or not, I know he doesn’t love me. Our marriage is an arrangement, and he probably doesn’t want

he kneels in front of me, gesturing

carry you,” he says, his

want to inconvenience him, but I can barely stand, let alone walk home through the

pray he can’t feel my racing

he starts walking back toward the townhouse. The street lamps are reflected on the rain- covered pavement. Against the glittering lights of the night, I can make out our silhouette between the shadows. I smile

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